Her antics are always mindful of her mother: if they make her smile, or laugh, or make her proud. And you can’t help but wonder if her antics are inspired by her mother. It’s like learning by observation how a cape transforms you into a superhero: once she puts on the khimar, our young girl is transformed into a queen, a celestial being, a nurturing bird, a hero, loved.
You come to understand that the she internalizes all the ways the khamir and her mother means to her. The flowing scarf her mother wears isn’t just an scarf her mother wears, or even takes off for the night for bed. It’s a part of who she is and how she moves about in the world, and within herself.
I believe this humble picture book is going to be just as important in affecting the caregiver/reader’s world view as it will the child/listener’s–and what a painless way to go about it.
Mommy’s Khimar is such a pretty book, accessible style and a pleasure to look at. I know the temptation will be to pick this one up for our “girly-girls,” but the playfulness and the engaging storyteller should have broader appeal.